Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has anything to do with Harry
Potter, Hogwarts, or anything else from J.K Rowlings beautiful imagination.
Beth however is mine.
This is my first fic, I will probably be a able to update maybe once or twice a week as I'm in my final year in high school and it's getting pretty close to exams! Please review, I eagerly anticipate any kind of criticism, but please be kind to my fragile little soul. Well my lovelies, he I go, baring my imagination to the literature mongers of the world, sit back and enjoy. (
************** "You're late." Was all he said as he looked back down at his potion and turned the fire under his cauldron down. "Yeah." I stammered. "Mr. Filch almost caught me on my way over here." I broke off, realising that I was rambling. "So. Um Professor. I got your note -" "Obviously." He cut off, turning his potion completely off. ". And" I said as if it didn't bother me, which of course it did, I was nervous enough as it was. "I was wondering if you could tell me what you needed to see me so urgently for. Sir!" I quickly remembered before I got in trouble for being disrespectful. The whole time I was talking he was busy with his potion. He poured the mixture into the waiting phials and put the heavy cauldron into the deep stone sink and ran water into it, letting it spill over the brim.
I stood there, uncomfortable with the silence and felt my temper rising. "Professor! I do have homework to do, without meaning to be disrespectful sir, but if you'd like to re - schedule this meeting until a time when you're not so busy -" "Temper, temper." I gaped at him. "Would you like to sit down?" He asked me, without looking up from his potion phials. In shock I took some shaky steps towards the nearest desk and perched on the edge and pursed my lips together to smooth them. I watched him step around the side of his desk and felt my insides clench at the sight of him in black flowing strides. He looked so casual, much different to my own current state of dress - I had been too busy to get changed out of my uniform and my hair was dishevelled due to the wind outside. He stepped silently towards me and didn't stop until he was right in front of me. I felt myself shift unconsciously until I was sitting properly on the table and closed my legs, sitting the lightly on the bar below the desk. I folded my hands neatly in my lap (which, unbeknownst to my Potions Master was to keep them from shaking) and looked up into the ghostly pale face of Professor Snape quizzically. He looked down at me, his face blank, portraying no emotion. He was so close I could feel his legs lightly in front of mine. To my utter embarrassment I felt my cheeks flush at the thought of him being so close.
"Miss Alistor. you're blushing." he whispered silkily. "Um. No I'm just a bit warm." "Really? I thought it was quite cool." "Well it is, but I've been rushing around. I only just finished class not long ago, then there was an emergency meeting with the prefects that I had to sit in on 'coz Harry's at Quidditch practise and as you know, the prefects have to be supervised by either the head boy or girl. oh gosh I'm rambling again. sorry." I sighed, lowering my head as I felt the flush deepen. I tried to avoid letting my eyes travel over the very prominent bulge in his lose pants and my eyes travelled down to study my T - Bars.
His eyes gazed down into mine and I felt my heart rate quicken as he lifted one of his hands and softly stroked my cheek. I was confused. I had had feelings for my Potions Master for two years now, but I never thought I would be in this situation. Did he have feelings for me too, or was this just some cruel joke? I felt myself automatically bite my lip, I knew I did it when I was confused or nervous, it was just a habit that I had picked up over the years. I saw a small smile appear on his lips and I gasped as I felt his thumb brush across my now open mouth. His small smile spread a little more as he leaned down and gently brushed his lips across mine. I leaned forward, eager for the feel of his lips against mine again. His lips smiled against mine as he slid an arm around my waist, sliding me closer to him, placing himself between my legs, making me very aware of his hard body pressed against mine.
I felt like my heart was about to explode. My once steady breathing became short sharp gasps as his other arm slipped around me, pulling me, if possible, closer into his intense embrace. He suckled gently on my bottom lip and I tentatively slipped my arms around his neck, I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers through his ebony locks. I felt me skin tingle with a crackle of electricity as he moaned in response to my gentle touch. His powerful tongue brushed against my half-swollen lips and enter my eager mouth. His tongue found mine after what seemed a tortuously long time, melting as he explored the inner most depths of my mouth. I let him take dominance of my tongue, submitting instantly to the intense sensations that were travelling up and down my spine. We stayed like that, tightly together and tongues intertwined, with me shivering slightly at the unmistakable heat throbbing below his navel.
We broke apart eventually to catch our breath and I couldn't help feeling relieved and disappointed at the separation. Relieved because I was able to breathe again, but disappointed because I already missed the mysterious taste that was his kiss. I couldn't stop the traitorous moan that escaped my lips when he didn't lean back down to continue our kiss.
"Eager, aren't we?" he teased. I looked up at him with a flushed face and a racing heart. "You can't talk." I whispered, thinking about the bulge that I could still feel pressed against me. "No I can't." he whispered back, slowly lowering his head again. He let his face travel down mine and our noses placed feather light kisses against the other. I eagerly anticipated his kiss against my neglected lips again, but it didn't come. My breath caught somewhere in my throat as he kissed his way along my jaw line and then down my flushed neck. His hot, rapid breaths sent more shivers zooming along my central nervous system as he kissed the tingling skin over my jugular. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he began to suckle on the spot where his kisses had previously been. He kissed around my bra strap, making my suddenly aware that he had somehow undone the top button of my shirt and had nuzzled past the collar of my jumper. His hands were around my waist, underneath my half -open school robe. He gently moved his hands around to my abdomen and started to unbutton my robe. I was wearing my complete school uniform underneath, but alarm bells still started to ring inside my head as a result of his adventurous hands. I had to stop it, I couldn't do this. My Potions Master still hadn't realised anything was wrong and was reaching for the last couple of buttons on my robe, his mouth never leaving its spot on my throat. I started to panic and I knew I couldn't let this go any further. My arms slipped from around his neck to sit flat on his chest. He moaned softly, deep into my throat as I pushed him away gently. His face, full of concern my frightened one and he took a small step backwards.
"Beth. Oh Beth. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -" "No, please Severus. I want this. I really do, just not this. Oh I don't know what I mean. I've never. well you know." Yes I know. Please forgive me. I just couldn't help it. No! Damn it. That's not an excuse. Beth I'm sorry."
I looked carefully into his eyes. I was not frightened. My fingers reached up and caressed his soft cheek. "Severus, I really do want this, I'm just not ready yet. Please don't feel guilty, everything I just did happened because I wanted it to. But I do have to go now." Leaned over and placed a soft chaste kiss on his beautiful lips and slid off the desk, making my way over to the door and turned. "Good night Severus. Sleep well." I smiled at him to let him know I wasn't upset. He saw my smile and raised his hand. I left the room as quietly as I had entered, closing the door behind me, not hearing his soft farewell, "Good night, my love."
I'll update soon, I promise, but please r & r Love n stuff.
This is my first fic, I will probably be a able to update maybe once or twice a week as I'm in my final year in high school and it's getting pretty close to exams! Please review, I eagerly anticipate any kind of criticism, but please be kind to my fragile little soul. Well my lovelies, he I go, baring my imagination to the literature mongers of the world, sit back and enjoy. (
************** "You're late." Was all he said as he looked back down at his potion and turned the fire under his cauldron down. "Yeah." I stammered. "Mr. Filch almost caught me on my way over here." I broke off, realising that I was rambling. "So. Um Professor. I got your note -" "Obviously." He cut off, turning his potion completely off. ". And" I said as if it didn't bother me, which of course it did, I was nervous enough as it was. "I was wondering if you could tell me what you needed to see me so urgently for. Sir!" I quickly remembered before I got in trouble for being disrespectful. The whole time I was talking he was busy with his potion. He poured the mixture into the waiting phials and put the heavy cauldron into the deep stone sink and ran water into it, letting it spill over the brim.
I stood there, uncomfortable with the silence and felt my temper rising. "Professor! I do have homework to do, without meaning to be disrespectful sir, but if you'd like to re - schedule this meeting until a time when you're not so busy -" "Temper, temper." I gaped at him. "Would you like to sit down?" He asked me, without looking up from his potion phials. In shock I took some shaky steps towards the nearest desk and perched on the edge and pursed my lips together to smooth them. I watched him step around the side of his desk and felt my insides clench at the sight of him in black flowing strides. He looked so casual, much different to my own current state of dress - I had been too busy to get changed out of my uniform and my hair was dishevelled due to the wind outside. He stepped silently towards me and didn't stop until he was right in front of me. I felt myself shift unconsciously until I was sitting properly on the table and closed my legs, sitting the lightly on the bar below the desk. I folded my hands neatly in my lap (which, unbeknownst to my Potions Master was to keep them from shaking) and looked up into the ghostly pale face of Professor Snape quizzically. He looked down at me, his face blank, portraying no emotion. He was so close I could feel his legs lightly in front of mine. To my utter embarrassment I felt my cheeks flush at the thought of him being so close.
"Miss Alistor. you're blushing." he whispered silkily. "Um. No I'm just a bit warm." "Really? I thought it was quite cool." "Well it is, but I've been rushing around. I only just finished class not long ago, then there was an emergency meeting with the prefects that I had to sit in on 'coz Harry's at Quidditch practise and as you know, the prefects have to be supervised by either the head boy or girl. oh gosh I'm rambling again. sorry." I sighed, lowering my head as I felt the flush deepen. I tried to avoid letting my eyes travel over the very prominent bulge in his lose pants and my eyes travelled down to study my T - Bars.
His eyes gazed down into mine and I felt my heart rate quicken as he lifted one of his hands and softly stroked my cheek. I was confused. I had had feelings for my Potions Master for two years now, but I never thought I would be in this situation. Did he have feelings for me too, or was this just some cruel joke? I felt myself automatically bite my lip, I knew I did it when I was confused or nervous, it was just a habit that I had picked up over the years. I saw a small smile appear on his lips and I gasped as I felt his thumb brush across my now open mouth. His small smile spread a little more as he leaned down and gently brushed his lips across mine. I leaned forward, eager for the feel of his lips against mine again. His lips smiled against mine as he slid an arm around my waist, sliding me closer to him, placing himself between my legs, making me very aware of his hard body pressed against mine.
I felt like my heart was about to explode. My once steady breathing became short sharp gasps as his other arm slipped around me, pulling me, if possible, closer into his intense embrace. He suckled gently on my bottom lip and I tentatively slipped my arms around his neck, I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers through his ebony locks. I felt me skin tingle with a crackle of electricity as he moaned in response to my gentle touch. His powerful tongue brushed against my half-swollen lips and enter my eager mouth. His tongue found mine after what seemed a tortuously long time, melting as he explored the inner most depths of my mouth. I let him take dominance of my tongue, submitting instantly to the intense sensations that were travelling up and down my spine. We stayed like that, tightly together and tongues intertwined, with me shivering slightly at the unmistakable heat throbbing below his navel.
We broke apart eventually to catch our breath and I couldn't help feeling relieved and disappointed at the separation. Relieved because I was able to breathe again, but disappointed because I already missed the mysterious taste that was his kiss. I couldn't stop the traitorous moan that escaped my lips when he didn't lean back down to continue our kiss.
"Eager, aren't we?" he teased. I looked up at him with a flushed face and a racing heart. "You can't talk." I whispered, thinking about the bulge that I could still feel pressed against me. "No I can't." he whispered back, slowly lowering his head again. He let his face travel down mine and our noses placed feather light kisses against the other. I eagerly anticipated his kiss against my neglected lips again, but it didn't come. My breath caught somewhere in my throat as he kissed his way along my jaw line and then down my flushed neck. His hot, rapid breaths sent more shivers zooming along my central nervous system as he kissed the tingling skin over my jugular. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he began to suckle on the spot where his kisses had previously been. He kissed around my bra strap, making my suddenly aware that he had somehow undone the top button of my shirt and had nuzzled past the collar of my jumper. His hands were around my waist, underneath my half -open school robe. He gently moved his hands around to my abdomen and started to unbutton my robe. I was wearing my complete school uniform underneath, but alarm bells still started to ring inside my head as a result of his adventurous hands. I had to stop it, I couldn't do this. My Potions Master still hadn't realised anything was wrong and was reaching for the last couple of buttons on my robe, his mouth never leaving its spot on my throat. I started to panic and I knew I couldn't let this go any further. My arms slipped from around his neck to sit flat on his chest. He moaned softly, deep into my throat as I pushed him away gently. His face, full of concern my frightened one and he took a small step backwards.
"Beth. Oh Beth. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -" "No, please Severus. I want this. I really do, just not this. Oh I don't know what I mean. I've never. well you know." Yes I know. Please forgive me. I just couldn't help it. No! Damn it. That's not an excuse. Beth I'm sorry."
I looked carefully into his eyes. I was not frightened. My fingers reached up and caressed his soft cheek. "Severus, I really do want this, I'm just not ready yet. Please don't feel guilty, everything I just did happened because I wanted it to. But I do have to go now." Leaned over and placed a soft chaste kiss on his beautiful lips and slid off the desk, making my way over to the door and turned. "Good night Severus. Sleep well." I smiled at him to let him know I wasn't upset. He saw my smile and raised his hand. I left the room as quietly as I had entered, closing the door behind me, not hearing his soft farewell, "Good night, my love."
I'll update soon, I promise, but please r & r Love n stuff.
